Yoyoyo! Sorry it took me like a gazillion years to get this up I had finals and I haven't been acclimating well to the new semester. My grades "leave something to be desired" apparently. That's what my parents said. Anyway, I won't bore you with some sob story about my family.

So I suffer from randomly chronic writer's block so sorry if shits all fucked up a lot. Thanks for the support homesies.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Duh.

Chapter Seven

Gaara watched impassively as two nurses slipped his assailant into a straight jacket and carried her off. Shizune dabbed at his cheek with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol.

"Get off," he said, voice even and uncaring. Her hand froze halfway to his face and he took that as his cue to leave.

Jeez, what crawled up your ass and died? Oh wait it must have been that can of whoop ass a girl opened up. Shukaku was positively ecstatic that a girl had managed to land a hit on Gaara.

The redhead said nothing, knowing that he was completely right, and that he shouldn't have taken that, even from a girl. Never the less, Gaara kept his pace slow and calm as he walked to his room.

When he pushed the door open, he wasn't at all surprised to find Sasuke sitting there, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Wordlessly, he held out the box.

Gaara reached out and grabbed one, flicking his lighter on and inhaling deeply. Just about everyone at the "hospital" smoked. It was a better solution than drugs, which a few of the patients had dabbled in.

The acrid smoke burned his lungs, calming him with its familiarity. Already he could feel the nicotine swirling through his blood, a relaxing poison.

Sasuke glanced at his face. "What happened?" he asked, not sounding like her cared at all. He probably didn't, such was the nature of people like him and Gaara. Emotionally retarded.

"…new girl," Gaara admitted after a brief hesitation. "Multiple personality disorder." He added the second part so the raven-haired boy would know that she was violent. And insane. Well, they were all insane, so that was a moot point. He just wanted to get it across that he was in no way, shape, or form a pansy and that his face did not mean he would allow anyone to ever touch him again.

"Hn." A smirk twisted Sasuke's lips, and Gaara stared coldly at him. Without another word, he turned and left the room, hating himself for admitting his weakness.

That stupid bitch. Why the fuck did I let her hit me? It doesn't matter. I'll just hit her back, harder. Dark emotions swarmed in Gaara's mind as he stalked through the halls, not knowing where he was headed but moving nonetheless.

Dude. What are you doing? Shukaku appeared next to him and he glanced up, surprised, when he realized he'd stopped walking. The door to Hinata and Sakura's room was right in front of him, beckoning for him to enter.

Um, I don't think we're supposed to be in here. Despite his words, Shukaku stepped inside the small room with Gaara, watching as he moved to stand over Hinata.

She lay on the bed, drugged up and wrapped tightly in a straight jack, completely defenseless to whatever the twisted boy had planned. She was beautiful, Gaara reluctantly admitted to himself, almost sickeningly so. He had never noticed another person the way her noticed her.

Somehow, this chit of a girl had managed to make him weak in less than a week. He hated her for it. He hated himself, too.

Slowly, the redhead pulled a pair of leather gloves out of his pocket and slipped them on.

Oh. Here we go. I thought you were going to be a little bitch about it and just take the hit. Sweet. Shukaku sidled up next to him and rubbed his hands together evilly. A cruel smirk twisted both their features.

Gently, as if her were caressing a lover, Gaara's hands circled the sleeping girl's throat. Her steady pulse beat against his palms as he tightened his grip, causing it to beat a tiny bit slower.

Gaar squeezed slowly yet steadily, savoring the feel of her slender throat being crushed by his grip. Her pulse was slowing down, beating only once ever few seconds. Next to him, Shukaku was laughing as he watched her life slip away.

Just as Gaara was preparing for that final squeeze to end her life by crushing her trachea her delicate eyelids fluttered open. The irises were dull from the sedatives they'd given her and periwinkle stared up at him. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the lack of silver shining beautifully.

Lush pink lips parted, and a hoarse whisper slipped out, so laced with pain that his tightly wrapped fingers involuntarily loosened their grip.

"G-Gaara?"

Ok sorry it's so short. You know, cliffhanger and all that.

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